The end of the line

This man rummages through the garbage in a dump, eagerly looking for scraps of food. He depends on other people's leftovers to survive, but he still has to contend with armies of flies. How far will the human being go to survive? What extent of sacrifices will he accept to satisfy the hunger that burns in his stomach? What level of despair will he have to face to be forced to plunge into a world that we no longer recognize as human? What have we all done, or failed to do, for him to have arrived here, the end of the line from where there is no return?